Beep beep beep beep-

I slammed my fist down on the alarm and rolled over. "Too early..." I moaned. I lay for a few more seconds, curling up in the comfort of my warm bed. A bird called softly from outside. I yawned and opened my eyes, squinting against the sharp light. As my sight came into focus I realised the time.

"Damn!" I shrieked. "I'm going to be late!"

I threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, staggering towards the wardrobe and pulling the doors open. My eyes scanned the various outfits before I picked out suitable clothing and eagerly pulled them on, tripping over a tangle of hairdryer wires as I did so.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bar out of one of the draws, ripping the wrapper back and swallowing it in chunks. It scathed my throat as I forced it down, but I had no time to worry about that. I reached for my bag and coat and pulled the door open.

I stepped into the biting cold air, shrugging on my jacket, and slammed the door shut behind me. The lock clicked into place and I swiftly made my way across the drive. "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late," I thought as I checked my watch. 4 minutes until my train. I was definitely going to have to hurry if I wanted to reach the station in time.

I silently cursed myself for not remembering to change the clocks back an hour. Sure this meant I got an extra hour of sleep, but on a Monday morning I'm indifferent to the number of hours of sleep I get – waking up at 6 to start off a week of work is not an appealing idea. Not to mention the fact I was potentially wrecking my new job opportunity by forgetting such an essential detail as to set my clock an hour earlier. I glanced to the side as I crossed the road and hurried down the pavement, listening to my shallow breathing and the faint rush of trains in the distance. I had to make it in time.

I turned a corner and suddenly, I was there. The station stood just across the road. I heard the train roaring down the tracks and the whine of the engine and with a sigh of relief I realised I had made it. I stepped off the curb. I took a fleeting look to the side and with sudden realisation, I knew this was it.

My eyes widened in horror.

There was a deathly silence.

The car ploughed into me, knocking my breath from my lungs as I heard the sickening crunch of bone. I was thrown backwards off my feet, deaf to the belated screech of the breaks, my body becoming limp. I gazed up at the sky before hitting the ground. My skull smashed into heavy tarmac. I skidded to a halt. Blood soaked through my clothes; death greeting me warmly. The train thundered past. I lay motionless on the road.